“If I thought for a moment that there was any chance of a relapse, I should stop here and tell him the truth even now. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. It seemed to her that it was her duty to get up and clamor to go home to her room, to protest against his advances as an insult.
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